I Became a Blind Swordsman at the Academy

236. Dongbang, Cheonseon Academy (1)

Cheonseon Academy.

This is a school building that is said to have been built by a hermit called Cheonseon in the past.

Opinions differ as to whether or not there actually existed a person named Cheonseon.

There are people who ask why Shinseon would be interested in the mundane world, saying that it was just a story needed when building a school building, and others claiming that the heavens are real, saying that it would have been possible to create a floating island in the sky if not for a Shinseon. There are even more people who do.

In fact, now it is not so important whether the heavenly goodness exists or not.

Young people here are not interested in that.

Many young people from the East who want to hone their martial arts visit this Cheonseon Academy, which is another small martial arts school floating in the sky.

What kind of place is Murim?

The strong self-existence, the weak self-destruction.

The weak meat.

A world where only the strong survive, and because they survive, justice is done, and the weak are trampled on and dismissed as evil and disappear.

By the way, I hate Moorim.

It’s not that I didn’t like it from the beginning.

I also once had a dream.

I had such a shaky dream to become a master who would tremble at the mere mention of his name.

Ever since I was little, I used to hear compliments from the villagers, such as I have good muscles and I need to learn martial arts.

I was bigger than my peers, and even if I did the same training, my muscles attached quickly, so I wondered if I really had talent.

After I entered the Cheonseon Academy, those thoughts disappeared completely.

I was a frog in the well.

It was nothing more than a man who used to use strength in the village.

The guys I met here had the power to knock me out with two fingers, despite being smaller than me and not having any muscle whatsoever.

It’s like the difference in prior learning.

As it turns out, they are children of famous families who are said to be the 5th generation of the patriots.

My father sent me to Cheonseon Academy despite his mother’s disapproval. The school fee was 500 nyang, which was quite expensive for a farmer in a small village.

So I couldn’t give up.

“Hey, Jangsan. Are you planning to do physical training today?”

“That, that’s…”

“Come. Then I will help you.”

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The man who was approaching me with his sleeves rolled up and an evil smile was Hwang Bo-jin of the Hwang Bo family.

When he first entered the academy, he called the guy’s name ‘Bojin’, and since then he’s been vengeful and he’s one of those guys who beat me to death.

The person’s name is similar to that of a female genital organ, so I was puzzled while calling it.

Fortunately, his name was ‘Jin’, and it was unfortunate.

ㅡ Pleasant!

It is said that his burial was terribly painful.

Hwang Bo-jin hit me right in the stomach with the palm of my hand, and I was blown away from the training ground and fell to the ground rolling on the floor.

Of course, I apologized right then.

It was a sincere apology for misusing the name given to her by her parents.

However, what flew at me afterwards was his palm. Just like that

“Keuk…”

I had a huge hole in my abdomen and all of my organs were pouring out, and I was in excruciating pain.

“…Start again?”

“He really… What did he say?”

“I don’t know, he said he didn’t know Hwang Bo-jin because he was a country boy.”

The Academy was a small Moorim.

This started with a single mistake of calling the wrong name of the person we met for the first time, and the ending was like this.

Jangsan was the world’s bad guy who dared to disrespect Hwang Bo-jin, and Hwang Bo-jin was a common Murim member of the political sect who punished him justly.

Even recently, rumors have been circulating that the reason Hwang Bo-jin is doing this is physical training to help Jangsan, who is weak, in foreign service training.

By the way, I have never learned external skills.

When I first entered the academy and chose the martial arts given to those who were not from a clan or family, a teacher stopped me from choosing a foreign service.

The reason for this was that foreign labor was not efficient.

I’ve heard that once you reach the adamantine Buddha, which can be said to be the extreme of external attack, you won’t be hurt by any attack.

But when you reach the extreme, what kind of martial arts would be strong? Foreign officials said that the process was more arduous and difficult, and rather than reaching the extreme, they often stayed in the third or second class.

The teacher who stopped me said that I saw a guy whose body was split in half after believing in the strength of external work.

As I listened more to the story based on a true story I experienced, the romance of foreign service that I had been dreaming of so far was shattered.

So now, Hwang Bo-jin was beating me up and was interfering with my internal training, let alone physical training.

If I had really chosen foreign work, I wouldn’t have been hurt a little less and felt unfair.

“Jangsan, how incompetent are you? It’s been quite a while since I helped you, but there’s no sign of improvement.”

Hwang Bo-jin looked down at me and laughed at me with a group of guys.

‘It will get better…’

Because I couldn’t train, I naturally fell behind others, and of course my grades weren’t coming out.

The school does not end after paying the school fees, but ruthlessly kicks out students with poor grades.

FYI, I was warned yesterday that if I don’t get grades by next month, I have to leave the academy.

It was unfair.

Dreams were shattered and family members were humiliated by the mistake of calling the wrong name.

There was nothing that could be done.

Because I was the weakling in this Moorim.

“……Bo Jin-ah.”

I called him that out of desperation.

“Are you out of your mind…?”

Hwang Bo-jin’s face, which had raised the corner of his mouth in an angry way at my insult, was contorted viciously at once, and his eyebrows twitched ceaselessly.

It was as he said.

It couldn’t get any better.

My grades are at the bottom of the academy.

Besides, I wasn’t the son of a famous family who couldn’t be expelled, unlike the other lowest-ranking guys, and I wasn’t the son of a wealthy man with overflowing money to donate to the academy.

In order not to be evicted, I had to pass a special test to make up for my grades, but it was not a test that I could pass because I had not yet broken the third-rate wall because I had not trained.

In the first place, the special exam is just a stepping stone to raise the reputation of those who have already reached the top ranks at a young age and reign at the bottom of the academic food chain.

For a weakling like me, passing the special exam was like a dream.

“…I think I’m going to leave.”

“Haa… What am I doing again? Isn’t that obvious? Did you really think that a low class person like you could survive in Cheonseon Academy?”

After exchanging a few meaningless words, I was kicked by Hwang Bo-jin’s party under the pretext of physical training and rolled on the floor drinking dust.

He couldn’t bear to go back to the village and see his father’s face. It was around the time I was thinking about things like working hard and making a living, since I was third-rate.

Someone whose name I don’t know from the other side ran into the training ground in a hurry.

“Heh… Heh… Everyone gathers at the academy…! Innocence Academy has arrived!”

Innocence Academy.

I heard that it is similar to the Cheonseon Academy in the West.

Fortunately, Hwang Bo-jin listened to the news and the guys who kicked me to death went down from the training ground and moved to the academy.

It was the same with the others at the training ground.

I managed to get my body full of pain to stand up and stare at the empty training ground in an instant.

“Two…”

I thought as I spit out bloody grains of sand.

Moorim is a really dog-like place.

***

The cadets who first stepped on Cheonseon Academy were excited about the fact that they were on an island floating in the sky, but the romance of the sky island did not last very long.

It was because I could see the relationship between Cheonseon Academy and Innocence Academy by looking at the Gwanju’s unkind gaze.

They were competing as places of learning representing the West and the East, respectively.

It would be more accurate to see it as a competition between the West and the East.

The gwanju’s sad eyes are also eyes, but the gwanju roughly postponed the introduction of the academy and immediately guided them to unarmed.

Gwanju suggested a sword dance with an excuse that was not the same, saying that if we put our fists and swords together, we could quickly become close.

Edward, who was talking to him as the representative of Innocence Academy, couldn’t avoid such an offer.

“Good! Unarmed is also cool, so it looks like a great sword dance will unfold.”

“…But I don’t know if the academy cadets will be okay because the jockey students this time are so talented.”

The dwarf-like head of state slowly scanned the faces of the students of Cheonseon Academy, who were unarmed for no reason, with trusting eyes.

“It’s okay. Our academy’s standard this time is also pretty good. We call it the golden generation.”

“Heh heh, it’s not like you can stick something as precious as gold anywhere…”

“hahahaha, it’s not too late to judge whether it’s gold or not.”

Edward and crossword exchanged words with daggers with laughter.

Meanwhile, Hwang Bo-jin, who was among the students at Cheonseon Academy, was observing and evaluating the faces of the academy cadets with his friends.

“…There are quite a few pretty women in the West as well.”

“That’s right. In terms of beauty, there are women who are on the same level as the second most beautiful women in the academy.”

Then Hwang Bo-jin smiled and opened her mouth.

“I’ve marked the woman with platinum hair over there, so don’t touch her.”

Hwang Bo-jin’s eyes contained Eisel Ludwig with a sullen expression.

“Oops, can we touch Hwang Bo-jin’s prey? I like her red hair… Her eyes are sharp.”

“Then I’m a crimson-haired, big-breasted b*tch.”

“Huh… The size of her breasts isn’t everything…”

“I’ve said it a long time ago, the chest is everything.”

Around the time they were laughing while throwing such an unpleasant joke, Gwanju stood on the unarmed stage at the very center.

“A big round of applause to the cadets of Innocence Academy who came a long way first!”

As the head of state opened his arms and shouted, thunderous applause and cheers poured out from the cadets and students on both sides.

“And just now, I’m announcing that the Cheonseon Academy and Innocence Academy’s martial arts competition has been concluded!”

“”Oohhh!!!””

The cheers of the cadets and students who clapped at the sound of a dance competition grow louder.

“The rules should be familiar to the students of the academy. First, no spraying, and secondly, the winners.”

Winner Zone, the winner who won the dance stays on the stage to receive the next challenger.

“Now, the opportunity to enjoy the honor of opening the curtain of the match is right in front of you!”

Free application.

Those who wanted to dance could freely go up to the stage and do the dance. If the order overlaps, the two of them talked well and decided to decide the order.

“I will go up.”

Hwang Bo-jin was the first member of the Cheonseon Academy.

His eyes were fixed on Eisel, and he was thinking that if he showed her a cool look of sweeping her unarmed on the stage of her rain, she would come over on her own.

“Wow!!!”

“It’s Hwang Bo-jin!!”

“Show the dignity of the Cheonseon Academy!”

Hwang Bo-jin confidently walked onto the stage.

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“I don’t know if this is too high level from the beginning. Have the academy staff decided?”

Gwanju, who was looking at Hwang Bo-jin with a smile, turned her head to the side where her academy cadets were.

Meanwhile, in the place where the cadets were, various things were going on.

“Dalian as soon as I arrived… Ugh…”

“So I really hate it. I’ll give you some food.”

Lucia was frowning at her, and Crank added her words.

“Hmm, you must be quite a strong person?”

“I guess you’re a martial artist because you don’t have a weapon?”

“Your body is quite strong.”

Yuri, Kaen, and Amon were observing Hwang Bo-jin, who appeared with a shout.

“…”

Well, Orpheel remained silent as always.

After that, Eisel went to the main topic.

“So who wants to go?”

It was none other than Jeto who stood up at her question.

“Is there a prize if you win?”

“The instructor said he would give something… September flowers… What a rare weed.”

“Then may I leave?”

A chilly response follows in his voice.

“”…Zeto already?””

“No, Cadet Zeto. Are you trying to ruin the match?”

Even Edward, who approached after seeing Jeto stand up, added a word.

“Do you mind if I leave?”

But Jetto had no intention of changing his mind.

“Do what you want…”

“You must have had a lot of medicine…”

“Jeto is also stubborn.”

“Oh, I’m going to sleep. Wake me up when you’re done.”

I couldn’t help but react to them.

Because of the rules of the winner zone, if Zeto, who was the non-muja of the academy, lost, there would be no turn.

“I can’t believe there’s no cheer…”

“Yes. Mr. Zeto. Cheer up. Be sure to win.”

Zetto’s grumbling was followed by Lucia’s dry, soulless cheering, and after smiling, saying that he was a source of strength, he stepped onto the empty stage.

“What, were there blind people?”

Hwang Bo-jin, who was watching Jeto on the stage, checked Jeto’s appearance and asked questions.

“What the hell is this Hwang Bo-jin looking at…”

What followed the question was anger.

This is because he wondered if he was ignoring himself, the Hwang Bo family from a distance.

The governor spoke to Hwang Bo-jin.

“The son of the Hwangbo family, this is a sword. So you can’t kill it. He’s a famous figure in the West.”

“Yes, I understand.”

Hwang Bo-jin replied calmly.

Here, Hwang Bo-jin and Gwan-ju made a total of three mistakes.

First of all, the conversation between Hwang Bo-jin and his friends had been overheard by Jeto.

Secondly, Hwang Bo-jin went on stage.

Thirdly, the cross-reference was wrongly selected.

“……”

Jeto, who quietly went up on the stage, was thinking.

A nonchalant worry about how to make Hwang Bo-jin think that it would have been easier if he had been allowed to live.